there he is standing
On his vertically not long
balcony
Every morning
While she sits on her bed
With a chai in her hand
Sometimes looking out
From the window
Aligned to her bed
Diagonally
He sees her
She sees him
He doesn’t smile
And she doesn’t grin
But they are just there
Like a routine
Every morning
There they are
It’s just something sweet
something simple
He only knows her and her chai
And she recognizes him
With his black T-shirt
No words can be uttered
They are far away
voice won’t reach
and there is no ick
to be heard
it is just away
just their eyes can see
But it is simple and sweet just like a routine
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